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bed to try
and sleep. His sleep was broken and uneasy as he worried about the
coming day.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Wendy opened her eyes and sat up, stretching
and yawning. Quickly she fell back and pulled the duvet over her,
the visions of last night flooding her mind. She lay still for a
couple of minutes thinking about what had happened. In the light of
morning, it didn't seem so bad; it wasn't as if her father had
raped her was it? He had punished her, which she probably deserved
for not telling him about Roger, even though she felt too old for a
spanking. He had ended up cumming on her as she was spread over his
lap, his hand on her butt. And then she had screamed at him as he
tried to apologize.
    Wendy felt bad; he had been trying to
apologize, and she assumed that a lot of people would be flattered
if she was sexy enough to make her Dad cum when she was only bent
over in an old top and a pair of panties then she was more
beautiful than she thought. And she couldn't doubt that she had
felt a little turned on as he had shot his juice all over her.
    "Shit, I am so confused," she whispered to
herself, "I should be angry as hell!" She decided to have a bath
and then go down and just pretend it hadn't happened. She would
tell her father about Roger, and that he had been right and that
would be an end to everything. She hoped.
    As Wendy walked down the hall to the
bathroom, she could hear her father moving around in the kitchen
already. She turned the water on and set it to warm. Wendy stared
in the mirror expecting herself to look stressed, tired, but she
looked and felt great. She knew she had slept good and put it down
to all the spent adrenaline. Wendy could see a patch on her t-shirt
that was a slightly different color to the test; she rubbed it, and
it felt almost stiff under her fingers. She realized she hadn't
changed her top last night after her father had cum on it, she had
just fallen asleep in it, and it had dried in the evening.
    Wendy pulled it off quickly, then feeling
curious, put it to her nose and smelled the patch. It had a faint
musky odor. She dropped it to the floor. "Shit, what am I doing?"
she shouted to herself. "How could she call him the sick person,
when she was here smelling his dried cum on her top?" She wondered.
She climbed into the tub and lied under the hot water, hoping to
wash all her anger and confusion away. She washed her body, then
her hair, unconsciously scrubbing at her stomach where her father
had cum.
    David heard Wendy creep along the hall, and
then the water starts to run as she turned on the shower. That
meant she would be down soon. Fear flared up inside him quickly,
and he spilled a little coffee on his shirt. "Damn" he mumbled. He
took off his shirt and put it down beside the washer. He had a
nervous case of the shivers. He smiled to himself a bit, not
feeling very amused, just remembering he had not felt this nervous
since he had proposed to Nancy, Wendy's Mom. He had no clue how to
face Wendy now, what to say, or how he could make this up to her,
and gain her love again. He thought he would just wait and see how
Wendy was with him before going jumping in and making things worse.
He heard the water turn off and butterflies danced in his
stomach.
    Wendy got out of the tub and grabbed a towel
from the shelf. She wrapped it around her body enjoying the feel of
the soft cloth against her skin. Wendy had decided to tell her
father just to forget what had happened the evening before and just
carry on as they had been. She thought she might even suggest they
went out for dinner, so he knew she was okay. Wendy towel dried her
hair and went into her room, putting on light pink shorts and a
matching pink tank top with little butterflies all over.
    She took a deep breath, "Right, let's do
this." She made her way downstairs to face her father.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    David was busy pressing another shirt when he
heard Wendy coming down the steps. She came down the hall into the
kitchen. He